Barbarian Legends - Goblinslayer 05

Girn noticed that Mina was weakening under the unending assault of pleasure. She couldn't keep her legs open much longer as they had the habit of slamming closed when an orgasm rocked her. Girn pulled out with a popping sound and turned Mina on her stomach. The raven-haired beauty giggled when Girn straddled her behind and nestled his cock between her cheeks.

"You want more of this cock in your ass?" he asked playfully.

"Yes, what're you waiting for?" Mina said and reached behind her back to pull her ass cheeks apart. Girn positioned himself and sunk his length into her asshole.

Girn fucked her ass hard and fast. His cock occasionally slipped out, but he quickly buried back in her rear entrance. One time, he was thrusting so fast it accidentally slipped balls-deep into her pussy. Mina had screamed out her pleasure and had instantly orgasmed from the deep penetration. But her ass wasn't far behind, only a small fraction of Girn's shaft not embedded in her asshole.

Suddenly, Mina arched her back and head, let out a long string of vulgarities and shook violently. Her ass became extremely tight but at no point did she eject his cock from her thoroughly pounded rear. Girn grunted and focussed on his own orgasm. Mina collapsed and emitted a soft mewling sound with every thrust.

"I want to cum on your face," Girn announced.

With newfound enthusiasm, Mina nodded eagerly. "I want your load all over me."

Girn waited until the last second before whipping his cock out of Mina asshole. In a flash, she was on her knees in front of him, mouth open as wide as possible with her tongue out expectantly. When his orgasm hit, it was a strong one. An insane amount of cum was launched into Mina's waiting mouth. His stroking caused some of it to be blasted on her face, a couple of strings on her nose, lips, and chin. She gingerly directed these errant ropes of cum into her mouth. She gleefully exhibited the load in her mouth before taking a gulp and swallowing it all.

"Mmm, tasty," she said, and winked.

"That was hot," Girn smiled.

Suddenly the window crashed in. Girn threw himself over Mina to cover her as broken glass rained down. Fortunately, not too much landed on them. Girn rolled to his feet and scanned the chamber in the lantern light. Something dark and bulky lay on the floor. Swiftly he grabbed his greataxe and prodded it. Nothing happened.

"What is it?" Mina asked weakly, failing to get to her feet. Her legs buckled with each attempt.

"Don't know," Girn said, bending over to inspect it more closely. "It's a brick, and it's wrapped in paper."

"What? It'll be some drunks breaking windows again."

"I don't think so," Girn said, gingerly unwrapping the paper. It was the same thick coarse parchment all the other goblin messages had come on. He unfolded it and read:

"Frends - the goblins bring a new doom to yoor city! It comes tonite and will deliver certin deth! It is a barge loded wiv bad things! Yoo must stop it! Yoo do not hav much time!"

Girn pulled himself to his feet and started to pull on his loincloth. "I need to send a message to the palace. Quickly, get me some paper!"

"After that anal, I think not," Mina said. Girn paused and looked at her. They both burst out laughing simultaneously.

"Alright, you just let your stunning body recover. I'll be out for a while." The urgency in his voice told Mina not to ask questions. Not that she had much energy to do so after Girn had destroyed her ass.

"Be careful," she murmured when he exited the room. Mina reclined on the bed and let her thougths wander. She smiled when they kept circling back to Girn fucking her asshole. It had felt so incredibly good.

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Tix eagerly rubbed his hands together and expressed gratitude to the Ever-Hungry. His prayer had been answered, sparing him from the barbarian's menacing axe. Just moments after he had thrown the brick through what he believed to be the barbarian's window, he noticed all the lights in the tavern illuminate. Soon after, the barbarian dashed out of the building, followed by another man.

Satisfied with his accomplishment, he congratulated himself and stood up to leave. He took a deep sniff, attempting to clear his congested nose. He hadn't been feeling quite right for days now, and he couldn't shake the feeling of illness. He pondered whether he might be coming down with the peculiar new sickness that, according to rumors, was spreading through the goblin camp, a sickness eerily reminiscent of the plague that had afflicted the humans.

Tix fervently hoped not. He was still young and had many more things to accomplish. It would not be fair for him to pass away without achieving them.

He almost fainted when a heavy hand fell on his shoulder and a hideous bubbling voice whispered in his ear: "You will tell me what you have been doing! All of it! Now!"

Even through the thick wad of snot that filled his nostrils, Tix recognised the oppressive stench of Leprous Foulbreath.

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"What's the hurry, Girn?" Hans rumbled, struggling to keep up with the barbarian's long strides. "Where are we going?"

"The river," Girn said, feeling a strange sense of urgency. The note had said he did not have much time, and the goblin informant had never lied before. "A ship must arrive by river."

"I know, Girn. I might be a tavern keeper, but I'm no dullard. What ship are we looking for?"

"A black barge! Where can we find barges?"

"They must follow the navigable channels." Hans said, considering the possibilities. "Follow me! To the Northside docks we must go."

They jogged on. Girn hoped that the tavern boy had managed to deliver his note to Magister Rebus.

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Munchy cursed as the barge shifted off course again. It was not a vessel the goblin were used to handling and the helmsman had had a lot of trouble with the tricky currents on their way down-river. Munchy hoped that they would arrive soon, for if they did not reach the city during the hours of darkness the whole plan would be ruined. The barge painted black to be inconspicuous on this moonless night would stick out like a human baby in a litter of goblins by day.

Well, he supposed the ship had been necessary. There was no other way such a huge number of specimens could have been carried through the Underground and released into the human city without arousing suspicion. He knew the last thing that his master wanted was for either shaman Utkut or the humans to have any inkling of what was going on. It was a well-known fact that the plans of Utkut's rivals had a tendency to fail if he found out about them.

Munchy shook his head and returned to inspecting his creations. The hold of the barge was completely transformed into large cages. The mutants were going wild behind the bars, desperate to be free and get their claws bloody.

"Soon!" he told them, feeling a certain kinship for these short-lived goblinoids that his mighty intellect had created. He knew they were flawed, just like he was. They would live only days or starve when the humans had all been devoured.

The ship moved on through the night, coming ever closer to the unsuspecting, sleeping city.

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Along the docks light spilled from many seedy taverns, and many red lights illuminated the alleys. Armed patrols of guardsmen moved between the warehouses, but were careful not to enter the areas where the sailors took their pleasure. They were more intent in protecting their employers' goods than stopping crime. Still, Girn was reassured to know that there were armed men within call if the goblins they were here to stop proved to be too many.

He stood on the edge of the wharf and stared out into the river. From here he could see the running lights of both barges and the small skiffs which carried folk across the river all hours. He assumed that there would be many more craft out there than lights. Not at all boats or their passengers wanted their businesses known. Girn assumed that the black barge would be among their number. Only instead of carrying a cargo of illegal goods it was carrying some awful goblin weapon. Girn contemplated what it might be. The Cauldron of Brutal Blight and the weapons of war that Clan Arx had tried to steal had been terrible enough already.

The wind blew cold. "Your little green friends have picked a good night," Hans muttered, taking a swig from a flask of vodka he had stored somewhere on himself. Girn studied their surroundings but did not understand what the tavern keep meant. "Smugglers' moon," Hans explained.

"What?"

"My father used to call moons like this 'smugglers' moons'. It's dark. The excisemen or river patrols would find it hard to see you on a night like this. Luckily for you Girn, I've a good eye at night."

"Why?"

"Because there is your black barge! Look!"

Girn followed the pointing finger and saw nothing. "You've had too much vodka," he said.

"I'm telling you there's a ship there." Girn squinted into the gloom and began to think Hans might be right. There was something out there, a shadowy presence moving erratically through the water.

"Maybe you're right," Girn said.

"What now?" asked Hans.

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Rebus considered Lady Clair's modest pair of breasts. Although they sat as firm on her chest as Lady Sybbil's and had equally perky nipples, he had to admit they were quite a bit smaller. He took them in his hands. There were supple and firm at the same time, but he still preferred Sybbil's bigger ones. However, Clair wore a ring through her nose septum, pointing out her rebellious nature. That was also attractive to Rebus.

There were so many different parameters his ranking system was based on. He had a difficult time deciding which assets weighed heavier on his conclusion. Breasts against nose rings was but one example. There was also Sybbil's full lips against Clair's freckles. Or Sybbil's appatite for anal against Clair's yearning for playing with his cum in her mouth. Maybe, he thought, he should visit Lady Sybbil one more time before deciding.

"Oh, fuck," Clair moaned, pulling Rebus from his thoughts. She was mounting him wildly.

"Go fucking wild," Rebus egged her on, releasing her breasts to slap one tit at a time.

"Yes, yes, fuck yes," she cried and stopped bouncing, instead grinding on his cock.

Rebus felt her pussy convulse and her breathing falter. Clair collapsed forward and wrapped her arms around Rebus' neck. In this position, Rebus put his hands on her lower back and began bucking his hips, thrusting his cock upwards into her wet pussy. Clair began whimpering in his ear, and whispered over and over, "Don't stop, don't stop, don't stop." Rebus magically kept his orgasm at bay to be able to continue to fuck the beautiful Lady Clair. But before too long, she cooed, "I want your cum."

"Where do you want it?" he asked, always open to deposit his load wherever the lady he was with wanted it.

"I want to taste it," Clair said between heavy sighs. She crawled off him and settled between his legs. She lowered her mouth around his cock and with her lips tightly sealed around his tip, she powerfully stroked his shaft.

He came in her mouth and with a little arcane trick doubled the volume of his cum. Clair struggled with his large amount of cum and let some escape the seal her lips created. With a full mouth, she came of his cock. A couple of remaining strings were shot high and landed across her face. Lady Clair played with her mouthful of cum, swirling her tongue around. She gurgled before drooling some drops on her tits and smearing it out. She opened her mouth to show the remaining cum and aggressively swallowed. She needed multiple gulps before his thick load was gone.

Heavy knocking at the door disturbed them. "What is it?" Rebus called out.

The voice of a guard answered, "Note for you, Magister. The messenger said it was urgent."

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"Faster!" Hans said, standing on the prow of the skiff and keeping his eyes fixed on the shadowy shape ahead.

"I'm going as fast as I can," the boatman said, poling with all his energy. His muscled arms bulged with the effort.

"A one-armed man could pole faster," Girn said. "In fact, I'll bet if I chopped off one of your arms, you could move quicker."

Suddenly the boatman found a surge of new strength from somewhere and they picked up speed.

As they came closer, he could see that the barge was painted all black and was moving swiftly downriver. He could hear a faint muffled drumbeat and the creaking and dashing of oars. It sounded like there was some difficulty in guiding the craft.

"It's them, all right," Hans said.

Girn could hear the distant squeaking calls of the goblins now, and knew Hans was correct. Unfortunately, the boatman had heard him too. "Did you say 'goblins'?" he asked, superstition and fear engraved across his sweat-sheened face.

"No," Girn said.

"Yes," Hans said.

"I'm not going anywhere near a barge if there are monsters on board!" the boatman declared.

"My friend was only joking," Girn said, casting a dark look at Hans.

"Was I?" Hans said.

The boatman stopped poling. Girn glared at him. "I hate boats almost as much as I hate goblins," he said. "And I hate goblins almost as much as I hate people who keep me on boats longer than I have to be on them, when there are monsters to slay and fighting to be done." The boatman had become very pale and very still, and Girn was almost sure that he could hear his teeth chatter. He continued to rant: "You will pole this boat till we reach that greenskin barge or I will rip off your leg and beat you to death with it. Do I make myself clear?"

Girn had to concede that the sheer amount of menace he managed to get into his voice was impressive. The boatmen certainly thought so. "Of course," he said, and began poling with redoubled speed.

As they approached the black barge, Girn saw a new problem. Their skiff was low in the water but the barge had high sides. On level ground, it would have been a simple climb, but on two moving vessels bobbing on water it was an entirely different proposition. He mentioned this to Hans. "Don't worry," Hans said. "I have a plan. Grab that lantern and be ready to move when I tell you."

The skiff drifted into contact with the ship. As it did so, Hans smashed his handaxe on the side of the barge and used it to pull himself up. His second handaxe also smashed into the wood and saw Hans over the ship's side. He stood there for a moment and then motioned Girn to follow his example. As Girn dropped to the deck, Hans said, "Looks like we're expected." A mass of goblins was swarming up onto the deck.

"Good," Girn said. "I need a bit of exercise."

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What was that, Munchy wondered? He had heard an almighty crash and the sound of wood splintering. Had those buffoons managed to crash the barge onto a sandbar again? He would not have put it past them. They had claimed to be experienced sailors and that crewing a human ship would be no problem. So far that had not proved the case.

If they jeopardised this mission, Trolk Tul would tear them all limb from limb and devour their entrails before their dying eyes, but such thoughts brought Munchy no consolation. He knew he would be the first course at the clanleader's punishment feast.

When he heard the crew's squeaks of alarm, Munchy knew it was even worse than running aground. They must have been discovered by a human patrol. He cursed the bad luck which had enabled the humans to discover them. It must have been a million-to-one chance. Now he wished he had brought some goblin-ogres after all. He had decided against doing so for fear that their roars and bellows would give away the ship's position, but that did not seem to matter now.

He raced through the hold. All around him, the mutant goblins thrashed in their cages, desperate to kill and feast. Seeing the look of feral hunger in their eyes, Munchy was glad that he had doused himself in birdshit, a substance that he knew his creations found repellent.

Hearing the sounds of terrible carnage from above, Munchy swiftly began to throw open the cages. The mutants swarmed hungrily up the gangplanks, moving towards their living, breathing food.

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Girn lashed out with the lantern. Its flame flared bright as it rushed through the air. The dazzled goblin before him leapt back, momentarily blinded. Girn took advantage of its confusion to hack it through skull, neck, and chest with his greataxe.

The deck was already slippery underfoot with blood and brains. Together with Hans, they had left an awful trail of destruction behind them. His greataxe had reduced a dozen goblin to limbless corpses. The others were fleeing backwards or jumping over the side of the barge to avoid him. Hans moved along behind, killing those who sought to outflank the barbarian and putting the dying out of their misery.

Girn paused as the tide of monsters started swarming up from the hold.

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Munchy snuck up the stairway and peered out at a scene of terrible carnage. A towering barbarian wielding a greataxe had killed half the crew and seemed intent on massacring the other half. In this he was assisted by a broad human who held a wicked-looking blade in one hand. All around, the mutants gnawed at the bodies of dead and dying goblins.

Munchy froze on the spot. He recognised the pair who had invaded the ship. Or at least one of them. He had become something of a sinister legend amongst the goblins besieging Yeledor. This was the fearsome barbarian whom even the shadow shivs had failed to slay, who had routed the engineers of Clan Arx, whom it was said even shaman Utkut feared to meet again. He was a formidable killer of goblins and he was here, on this very barge!

Munchy was no warrior and he knew he could be of no aid to the goblins in the battle above. It was possible that even the killer goblins would fail to overcome this seemingly invincible barbarian and his accomplice. It was plainly his duty, then, to escape, surviving to preserve the knowledge how to create the mutants for the future when they might be used again.

So thinking, he leapt through a porthole into the night-black waters.

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Girn watched as more and more of the mutant goblins poured from the hold. There was a hunger and madness in their eyes, and he wondered if these could be the goblins' secret weapon. A fierce one threw itself at him with elongated limbs outstretched and long nails clawing. He lashed out, sending the beast flying and stamped down, feeling the spine of another one that Hans had slain crack beneath the heel of his boot.

He looked around at Hans. The man beheaded another of the goblin crew, sending a great fountain of blood belching into the air. Before the goblin corpse hit the ground, mutants had swarmed over it, tearing chunks of flesh from the dead goblin.

Girn stamped and hacked and kicked but he was in the same position as he had been in that tomb in Black Gardens of Zoaris. The mutants were too numerous and too fierce to overcome with only the two of them. Whatever help could come from the docks would arrive too late. If they stayed they would die a horrible death.

"Torch this blasted barge!" Girn bellowed.

"What?"

"Torch it and let's begone!"

Hans looked around and saw the lantern. He picked it up and threw it with all his force onto the deck. Burning oil spilled everywhere. Girn had often heard what a danger fire was on a ship. They were, after all, built of wood and sealed with inflammable pitch. Girn had never thought he would be grateful for that fact, but he certainly was now. Flames started to flicker and dance all around him.

The smell of burning wood and flesh reached his nostrils. Screeching mutants scurried everywhere, their tattered clothes smouldering and blazing as they tried to escape the hot flames. Some leapt overboard and plummeted into the water like living meteors. Others continued their attack with redoubled fury, as if determined to drag something else down in death with them.